deLayed
Amongst a wet sandstorm; calm waves, vision blurry ... sand and ocean spray. Crawling in her insides I release in her sweet wet spot. The drugs delay Paper-mache backbones no more matching skin tones. The devil has bathed in sin, no more honest play pretend. No more safe place. Deleted memories feelings have been faded ... Ears ringing; head seems full and fuzzy.
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